"E-e-eeyore" Piglet said, his voice quivering "Eeyore answer me please!"
"Piglet, I'm sorry" Owl said, his voice long drawn out. "We couldn't help him. He's gone"
"Rabbit did it!" Piglet's tears were streaming down faster "They got into a fight and-and he did it" he hiccuped between words.
Eeyore the donkey lay motionless on the ground. His wound was not noticeable, for Owl had turned Eeyores body to the other side. But the wound was fatal and Eeyore was long gone. Someone had pierced his heart with a razor blade. There was a rusty blade, thick with crusty old blood, long and thin, lying in a bush with a trail of blood leading to him. It could have been suicidal but Eeyore was the type of donkey to tell you he was about to die before he actually killed himself.
Owl flew towards the bush where the blade was placed. Attached to the handle of it was a single whitish-yellow hair.